Bruegel ~ The Triumph of Death

WELL !

We stand in the shadow of ultimate death,

Controlled by its awesome power,

As we fight to survive with every breath,

Every minute, every second, every hour.

No priest can prevent it, no self-serving Pope,

No archbishop in his palace of prayer,

Who sells us religion and fanciful hope,

That has nothing to do with care.

Death is their tool; its mysterious end,

Which flavours the idea of deceit,

Is a way to exploit what we can't comprehend,

Our disappearance on the day that we meet.

For we all like to think the end does not end,

That death we might one day defeat.

© 02 March 05 Colin F Jones